Ok,
reading the titles of the journals in here is very depressing. Now I wish mine had a different title, but thinking about it.... well, this one suits me.
I just want to say that I'm not lonely, depressed or (in my own head) I'm not a loser.
I know the world is a mean nasty place sometimes, but gosh! Is everyone on Zoloft?
Sorry, I'm headed back to True Porn Clerk stories.
Although I do want to start a new list:
Reasons Why My Boss is a Putz. (aren't they all?)
1. He gives me things to do at the last minute and expects that I should be happy about it. Smile... breathe...forget about my child in the daycare, the hour and a half commute, & that the daycare nazis charge $5 for each minute you are late.
2. He's short and has a f*ucked up temper. I've seen him throw things and punch a wall. He's 50-something. Grow UP.
Ok, that's enough for now. I have to concentrate on how I'm going to get out of here on time to rescue my child.